Y su Espíritu, como arroyo que sale de madre, partirá hasta el cuello, para zarandear a los gentiles con criba de vanidad; y poner freno que les haga errar en las quijadas de los pueblos.
His breath is like an overflowing stream, Which reaches up to the neck, To sift the nations with the sieve of futility; And there shall be a bridle in the jaws of the people, Causing them to err.
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